If I am going to be completely honest, preparing for a trip triggers some fear. Fear about leaving my home. Fear about leaving my fur babies. Fear about a lot of other things that are completely out of my control. The illusion that nothing bad will happen IF I am here versus traveling. It is kind of my jam because I have become an expert in unrealistic fear based anxiety.
I imagine that my guardian angels drink a lot with all the crazy crap that I continue to ask of them. God probably laughs so hard at my antics that he might even wet himself ( probably not because, well, He is God). I even get on my own nerves with the lunacy that thrives in my head. And don’t even ask my family about my cuckoo-bird mentality. They tolerate me while we prepare to leave. Lots of eye-rolling and selective hearing occurs during this time. But, the moment we arrive at our destination, I exhale. Maybe it is simply my process in order to relax. I know, it sounds weird, but I never said I was walking the line of exhibiting typical behavior.
It is fascinating to me that after all of these years of fine tuning my spiritual growth, that fear still has a place to reside. Although, I will admit, I can shed it quicker today. I have the awareness of it and the ability to acknowledge that feelings aren’t facts. It reminds me that fear is simply forgetting that everything is alright. My final destination is always faith. Sometimes it just takes a little longer to get there.